Hard. Well, yet I did, And riding (not a furlong) downe he fell.
Hard. That never heeretofore would trip with him.
Alph. Yet would I forward needs, but Hardenbergh.
More timorous then wise, as I supposed,
(For love so hardned me feare was my slave)
Did ominate such likelie ill to me
If I went forward, that with much enforcement
Of what might chance he drave me to retreat.
Didst thou not Hardenbergh.
Hard. I did, my Lord.
Alph. I warrant thou wilt say Thou never yet saw'st any man so loathe To be perswaded ill of so ill signes.
Hard. Never in all my life.
Alph. Thou wonderst at it?
Hard. I did indeed, my liege, not without cause.
Alph. O blame not, Hardenbergh, for thou dost know How sharpe my heart was set to entertaine The Lord of this Ambassage lovingly.
Hard. True, my good Lord.